Friday, November 25, 2011

The Seagull Regards the Sea

there should be a word for itwhen the seagull regards the seawhen the wind is gentlewhen the light is brightly beamedjust as you are, so perfectthe sea, the wind, the sun and gullall of them togetherthe life in full

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Vivaldi Sings to Thee in Autumn

Monday, November 14, 2011

Falling

we are arriving at the gateas the leaves fall all aroundthere are pirouettes of goldthere are reds like formal gownsthere are humans in the soundsthey are sinking in the groundlike the leaves in autumn's dancedeath becomes the last romance

the gates of iron are so coldthe locks are broken and serenethese things open in the darkjust as promises careenthere are humans in the soundsthey are sinking in the groundlike the leaves in autumn's dancedeath becomes the last romance

we are not the other oneswe are not beyond the sunwe are not always in springwe are not just anythingwe are falling we are fallingwe are falling, then we're done

in the forest is the hutwhere the monkeys count the dayswhere a calendar is coinswhere the moon is just a phasethere are humans in the soundsthey are sinking in the groundlike the leaves in autumn's dancedeath becomes the last romance

i was hoping for a tripto the desert rocks of yorei would climb into the skyi would open up the doorthere are humans in the soundsthey are sinking in the groundlike the leaves in autumn's dancedeath becomes the last romance

we are not the other oneswe are not beyond the sunwe are not always in springwe are not just anythingwe are falling we are fallingwe are falling, then we're done

Monday, November 07, 2011

mother at the end of day

she rides the years on her special bikewith a bell and mandolinthere's a basket and a silver charmshe is riding in the windall the people stop and wave helloshe's a special little girlwhen she turns around there's no one thereshe must live inside the worldshe must live inside the world

i can see her near the tidal poolsthe sun is shining on the seagolden locks with eyes like pearlsinviting starfish up for teathe sun sets like a movie starroll the credits, time to goshe feels the sand between her toesit is all she'll ever knowshe feels the sand between her toesit is all she'll every know

the mother at the end of dayflying kites and chocolate piesdelicious mysteries of lifewe are fading in her eyeswe are fading in her eyes

her car becomes a rocketshipdodging meteors in rainthe freeway just another tripthere are sparks down memory laneshe parked above the western moonthe water catching beams of lightshe's forgotten her own living roomshe cannot go out at night

i saw her eat a tangerinei heard her laughing in the darkwhen i returned she wasn't thereno more room on Noah's arkthe flood will bear us to the topwe will wait inside the hazethere is but one who will listen theremother at the end of day

the mother at the end of dayflying kites and chocolate piesdelicious mysteries of lifewe are fading in her eyeswe are fading in her eyes

she rides the years on her special bikewith a bell and mandolinthere's a basket and a silver charmshe is riding in the windall the people stop and wave helloshe's a special little girlwhen she turns around there's no one thereshe must live inside the worldshe must live inside the world